In the Turning Point


in the glazed morning I saw my fetch
golden in the green water
all the shoreline self-flagellated
I lifted my hand
it lifted my hand
in the shadow in the shade
I felt the lilt of the festival
in the footpath of my bereavement
I wanted to flick myself away
a sparrow between metropolises
but my fetch dragged me
back to the goal of a self
and still we are golden
and mangle our walk
crossing this tired planet
hostages for each other
a vortex of hints between us
but agreeing we aren't dead
or at least alive
to the feast of one another

Brandon North is a working-class, disabled, and multi-genre writer from Ohio. He is the author of the speculative nonfiction chapbook FROM THE PAGES OF EVERY BOOK, (Summer 2022, Ghost City Press), and his work appears in Zero Readers, Voidspace Zine, Essay Daily, The Cleveland Review of Books, and elsewhere. His Twitter handle is @brandonenorth.